Chapter 27 Satin Blades

• Rachel POV
• The weekend promised to be long and exhausting, a sentence I couldn’t dodge. My mom, Scarlett, had dragged me along to shadow Celine through every step of the wedding preparations—reception hall, dress, decorations, cake, fittings.
• I couldn’t care less about any of it, but apparently, my presence was non-negotiable, a required prop in that circus I wanted to set ablaze. From the moment we left the house, Celine was glowing, her face lit up with a smile that screamed triumph, like she’d just won the world—or, more precisely, like she wanted to rub it in my face that she’d won him.